Natalie:
I don't know, something twisted. I mean, this whole place is twisted. It's like some twisted shrine of him and mother. What'd you do down here, gramps? Count your money and stare at yourself while groping at your daughter? Bastard!

Doctor Michael McBain:
So... my brother, the police detective, wants his brother, the doctor, to perform an autopsy. An illegal autopsy. Off the record, with *no* permission at all, and, *and* against every possible legal and ethical rule in *both* our professions. This is it, huh? This is how it happens, right? This is how the McBain boys go right down the tube.